Guest: Doris O’Connor

1) Tell us about yourself. 
Thanks so much for having me here today, Sam 🙂 I’m a mum of nine and happily married to my very own alpha hero for the last 23 years. A writer of all things naughty, I like to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

You can find Doris Here:

Website / Blog / Twitter / Facebook / Pinterest
2) What genre do you write and why?

I have a very unpredictable and insistent muse, so I write both Contemporary and Paranormal Erotic romance, and I write across several sub genres in that. I’m a panster, so I never know what’s going to happen, when I sit down to write. It’s always an adventure!

3) What made you become a writer? 

I’ve always spun stories in my head for as long as I can remember. As a teenager I started countless novels, did some fanfic, and then as an adult life got in the way. Then in September 2010 a friend entered a writing competition, and I thought to myself, it’s now or never. I didn’t get anywhere in that competition, but I have been writing ever since. My debut novel Lure Of The Blood released in November 2011, and I have accrued quite a backlist since then J

4) Tell us about your recent book or series. 

Too Devious To Tame is book three in my Giovanni Clan series about an Italian family living in the UK, and their complicated love lives. This is Cousin Giorgio’s and Jemima’s story. Readers will have met them in book two of the series, where Jemima caused all sorts of trouble for her twin sister Elise, and it became clear that Jemima and Giorgio had history.

5) What have you found to be the most challenging? 

Time is always an issue for me. My youngest is only 17 months old, and in the whole ‘mummy needs eyes in the back of her head stage’. So my writing time is curtailed to his naps, and evenings, when he’s asleep. It means I don’t get a heck of a lot sleep when in the middle of a story.

Writing Too Devious To Tame brought a unique set of challenges with it. I originally started this series back in November 2011. Book one and two were written very quickly and then I stalled on book three. It has a different feel to it, due to the dangers my hero and heroine find each other in, and I couldn’t do the story justice until now.
A Few fun questions. 

Does size matter?

LOL, what a question. In romance, definitely. We want the fantasy as readers, don’t we, so my heroes are always, tall, and in proportion 😉
In real life, well, let’s just say I’m spoiled.
*sniggers*

Christian Grey or Gideon Cross?

Gideon Cross

Flowers or Chocolate? 

Chocolate!

E-book or paperback? 

E-book. I love the instant access, though I like reading the paperbacks too.

TDTT

Blurb:

When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.
Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can’t remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.
With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?

Excerpt:

Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie her.
“No, I’m fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to forget.”
He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away. When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn’t catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and fuck her.
He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.
“Shut your eyes for me, cara.” His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the water.
“Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can’t see what I’m doing.” He kissed a path down her quivering tummy, and she blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He paused to drop a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased her wet folds. Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his request for her to do so. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but the bed dipped as he adjusted his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her nipples at the same time as the other was subjected to an ice cube being circled around it.
She gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The difference between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into spasms of need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he repeated the process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth of his tongue as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its wake. By the time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her channel and then proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her when she needed him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and trickled slowly out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn’t recognize the needy voice pleading with him to please do something.
He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.
“Così bello, e tutto mio.” He followed the words with a kiss, and she screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube into her empty channel. Her walls closed around the slippery object, and spasmed wildly as the first quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her core and stepped up his sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers into her core, and massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her with the full force of freight train.
“That’s it, tesoro, fly for me.” He caught her scream of release in his mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate kiss he gave her, dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. Thick, hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he pushed into her swollen core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her feet into his calves to give him better access and to take him as deep as she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him deeper into her, and tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner muscles contracted around his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his harsh breathing in her ear the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips seemingly everywhere, arousing every little bit of skin he touched until her whole body was a mass of sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of sheer joy, and this time Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic journey they took together. Her eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling depths of emotion she saw reflected in his, as they came together in their explosive release.
When her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of tears in her mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from her bonds, and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled, “If this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do this for real.”

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Guest: Doris O’Connor

The Last of His Kind

Every once in a while you get a character that comes out of nowhere, pins you down and forces you to write your story, or else. Doric is one of those characters. From the first spark of an idea, he took over, an instant, strong voice in my head, dictating his story, and I simply hung on for the ride.

Much like my heroine Penelope. She never stood a chance from the minute she fell over him on the shores of Loch Ness. Add the small matter of fate, legend, and destiny to that instant chemistry and things get truly interesting. I had a blast writing this Naughty Fairytale and I hope readers will too.

Thanks for having me here today, Sam J

Blurb:

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog? You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body’s instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?

Excerpt:

“Well, for starters I haven’t got any clothes.” He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he’d used to cover his arousal. “Of course if you don’t mind, then let’s go.”

“Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You’ll do someone an injury with…with that.”

She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.

****

Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God’s gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men’s cocks had a mind of their own. It didn’t mean he would rip her clothes off. She’d never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.

“Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?” His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn’t move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.

“I asked you a question, ceannbeag.” The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn’t move.

He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.

“Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you.” He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. “Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.

“If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now.” His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. “If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you’re mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn’t even imagine.”

Oh good God. I’m doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.

“Do I get a safe word?” She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he’d barely touched her.

“Pick one.”

“Nessie.”

Doric tells me he is feeling generous today, and he is offering one lucky commenter the chance to take him home for free, so do leave a comment!

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Guest: Doris O’Connor

Hello and welcome Doris O’Connor to my site. She has so graciously agreed to be interviewed.

 

Thanks so much for having me here today, Sam 🙂

So lets begin…

1) First, tell us a little about yourself so the readers know who you are?

Okay – deep breath. I write contemporary and paranormal Erotic romance and am also a SAHM of nine little and not so little hooligans. Hubby and I have been together for twenty-five years (not quite sure how that happened, when I’m only twenty-one myself 😉 and we live with our brood of kids and pets in a far too small house in Bedordshire, England. At any given time, I wear so many different hats, even I forget who I am at times, lol. And do NOT talk to me about laundry!

2) What made you decide to write? Was it something you accidentally began? Or what you wanted to do? Or annoying character who refused to leave until their story was told?

I don’t think anyone begins writing accidentally, do they? I was an only child, so my imagination and my books were pretty much my friends from as early on as I can remember. Once I could write I was forever penning stories and was aways pulled up for daydreaming, lol. As an adult life got in the way for the longest time. Then back in September 2010 a friend entered a writing competition and I thought to myself, well it’s now or never. Didn’t get anywhere in that competiion, but I have been writing ever since.

3) I love hearing about first acceptances as an aspiring writer and now that I am e-published, I still love hearing about them. So tell us about that first acceptance.

What? You didn’t hear me squeal where you were?

August 2nd 2011, that’s when I got that all important e-mail.My first, great story, we would like to offer you a contract, e-mail. I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and decided to check my e-mails one last time, as you do.

This is what followed:

“Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh my GOD!” Incoherent screeching from me.

Cue hubby and kids come flying towards me from all angles of our house. I was heavily pregnant at the time, so they all thought I was going into labour. I’m still amazed I didn’t to be honest. Especially as I got an acceptance for another story with a different publisher two days later.

* big grin*

Baby was eventually born August 8th. He likes the limelight, so I reckon he was hanging on in there, to make sure he didn’t have to share his entrance into the world with a contract. That day was going to be all about him!

4) Tell us about your current release? Where can readers buy it from?

I have two: RIDING HER TIGER released May 1st and TOO COLD TO LOVE releases today!

Blurb for Riding her Tiger

Can one night change your life forever?

Estelle has been lusting after her kinky boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the help of the internet.

Matched to exploration facilitator Ink, Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with Nathan?

Or will the shifter claim his mate?

BUY LINKS

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/riding-her-tiger-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.bookstrand.com/riding-her-tiger

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ridinghertiger-786880-142.html

http://www.amazon.com/Riding-Her-Tiger-Club-ebook/dp/B007Z9DDH6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1335886979&sr=8-2

Blurb for Too Cold To Love

Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions, following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?

Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued.

In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?

BUY LINK

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/

Too Cold To Love is book two in the Giovanni series and readers will find many familiar faces from book one, Too Hot To Handle. It shows life in the Giovanni clan eighteen months on and I had great fun revisiting old characters and further developing Stella, the head of the Giovanni.

Marco and Elise’s story is very different to Alex and Kitty’s. I struggled with Marco at the beginning, because he didn’t want to reveal his feelings, not even to me. But Elise is just who he needed to open up and as they struggle through their marriage they end up healing each other.

It gets very emotional in parts, be warned! And of course their chemistry is off the scale, as you’d expect from my characters. Marco proves very inventive, shall we say…

5) What are you currently writing?

I’m almost finished with a Naughty Fairytale, which is a twist on My Little Mermaid with a bit of Beauty and the Beast thrown in too. I’m quite excited about this one, I have to say. I aim to sub it this week, so we shall see. Then I had an idea for a f/f short for my publisher’s new Anthology call and I need to write Book two in my Club Ink series. Those tigers are growling at me again, and ya know, really don’t want to argue with them.

6) What inspires you most when you write?

I need to have some visual inspiration in front of me, especially of the heroes.

*winks*

Somehow words flow very easily then. And other than that I get inspired from all sorts. I never can tell what will spark my muse, but she seems to respond well to submission calls I’ve noticed, even if I then go off an a tangent, because I’m such a panster, lol.

7) What experiences have you had working with your publisher/s?

With the exception of one experience they have been very positive. It’s always such a learning curve and with every publisher and editor I’ve worked with I’ve learnt lots. I must say though that Evernight Publishing have simply ruined me for anyone else, lol. I’m very happy in the Evernight family and I can’t see that changing any time soon.

8) What are you reading now?

Carolyn Rosewood’s excellent Naughty Fairy Tale The Rebellious Princess Choses Two Lovers.

9) What are your guilty pleasures?

I don’t do guilty, lol. I take my pleasures without guilt. I’m incredibly busy, so when I do take out time for myself, I enjoy it. Having said that it usually just involves locking myself away to write, having a loooong soak in the bath and the occasional meal and meet up with friends. Yeah, I lead such a rock-n-roll lifetsyle 😉

10) What would be your advice, if any, for other aspiring authors?

Find a good critique group, keep writing, and never, ever give up. The more you write, the stronger your voice will be. Write what your heart tells you to write, not what you think you ought to be writing. Read lots, and read some more and do not take rejections personally. They are simply part of the process.

This is for you to talk more about yourself, leave your blogging details, site details and generally promote yourself.

Thanks again for having me Sam 🙂 If you’d like to win a copy of either one of my new relases, then leave me a comment. You can check the excerpts on my website.

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Website: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/

Blog: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/

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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432

Friday Teaser: Doris O’Connor

Too Hot To Handle by Doris O’Connor

BLURB:
When firefighter Alex Giovanni returns to his old neighborhood to fulfill family obligations, he is reunited with the woman inhabiting his dreams. The sexy siren ran out on him after one explosive night many years ago. Hiding behind her sensible clothes she portrays the perfect image of Miss Prim and Proper and Alex vows to unlock the passionate woman he remembers. Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun.
Kitty Jenkins’ orderly life gets turned upside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night four years ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Giving into Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves his touch.
When secrets spill and disaster strikes, can their passion turn into love?

Excerpt

“Alex is a good man; I truly believe that. Give him a chance.”
That whispered statement ran through Kitty’s head again as she listened to Alex finishing Noah’s bed-time story. Noah had fallen asleep two pages ago, but Alex had kept on reading. He sighed, putting the book down, watching Noah sleep. One large hand gently smoothed his hair, and he dropped a kiss on his forehead.
Alex’s intense gaze scorched her face as he moved toward her. Every atom in her body was suddenly all too aware of his sheer physical presence. He towered over her and stepped into her personal space. Only Alex could reduce her to a quivering bag of female awareness just by the way he smelled. Oh hell, think of Maggie! And step away from him.
Kitty made herself do just that, whilst trying to control her breathing, which sped up against her will. Her heart beat a very strange rhythm in her chest, and with one last look at a sleeping Noah she escaped toward the living room, all too aware of Alex right behind her.
She heard him shut the living room door, and she had to look up as he once again stepped far too close to her. He took one of her hands into his and kissed her palm, his incredible eyes sizzling with heat.
“Thank you for today. And thank you for putting up with my mother. I can only imagine how trying she must have been.”
Kitty snatched her hand away, the skin tingling where he had brought it to his lips. She crossed her arms to stop herself from touching him. She was not going to fall for all that charm.
“Yes, well, it’s safe to say she isn’t my biggest fan.”
Alex’s low chuckle was incredibly sexy, and Kitty had to bite her lip to stop herself from responding to it. Easier said than done when he moved closer again, one thumb rubbing across her bottom lip.
“Why so nervous, Kitty”
“I’m not nervous. It’s just been a long day. I think you should go.”
Alex moved closer still, his breath fanning her face. Kitty had to remind herself to just breathe, whilst her libido charged in kicking and screaming as her body recognized Alex the man on the most fundamental level. Whatever might be wrong between them, this right now just felt so right.
Alex tilted her head up, his mouth hovering over hers, his smile promising delights to come. “You think, or you know?”
“Alex, please—”
Oh hell, whose voice was that? Certainly not hers.
“Please what? Your wish is my command, Kitty.”
“My every wish, Alex?”
Kitty’s husky whisper had him hard in an instant. Hell yeah, baby. He pulled her delightful curves closer into his body, smiling at the way they moulded into his. His evening was looking up after all.
“Tell me what your mother and you were talking about in the kitchen, Alex, and I want the truth!”
He hadn’t been expecting that question. She shoved against his chest, and he reluctantly let her go.
“I’m waiting, Alex!”
“Damn, Kitty, what difference does it make? This isn’t about my mother; this is between you and me, and there are so many better ways we could fill our time with right now.”
Like have you naked in my arms, screaming my name. Alex grimaced. Her eyes, which had moments before been full of sensual awareness, turned to green steel.
“Please, Kitty, I’m dying here.”
Kitty’s gaze dropped down to his all too obvious arousal, and he saw her swallow once before she hastily brought her gaze back up to his face.
“That’s really not my problem, Alex; it’s all yours. And you will have to take many a cold shower until you tell me what’s going on!”
“Oh will I?”
Damn you, Kitty, enough is enough. He crossed the distance between them in one long stride, pulled her flush against his body, and his mouth came down hard on her lips. Her shocked gasp gave him entry, and his tongue sought hers. He groaned when Kitty came alive in his arms. Their tongues twining together, he ground his hips into hers and marched her toward the nearest wall. Hell yes. This was what they needed. He was done with talking and analyzing and treading softly. He wanted her with a need so fierce it completely consumed him. Kitty’s hands clung onto his shoulders, her sighs echoing in his ears as his hand pulled her skirt up, and he found her slick folds.
“You’re so wet already.” His voice shook as his cock strained against his flies, and he slid two fingers into her pussy. Her walls contracted around them. “Jeez, Kitty, I need to be in you right now.”
”Mmm, what are you waiting for?” Kitty’s breathless reply shot straight to his cock, her feline eyes almost black with need as she fumbled with his zipper.
Kitty’s hands wrapped around his eager cock, and he sucked in his breath when she took the initiative and rolled the condom on him with firm strokes. His balls grew heavy, and he ground his teeth together with the effort it took to not spill there and then like an inexperienced teenager. He spun her around so that she faced the settee and used his thigh to spread her legs. His fingers pushed in deep, and his thumb found her clitoris. Kitty moaned, and a fresh wave of her cream coated his fingers.
“Bend forward for me, and grab the sofa.”

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